Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(GROANS) (MUSIC STOPS)

come and lighten my mood no further.

Roll, Jordan, roll

(SCOFFS) Hamilton, there's nothing more we can do for him.

What you earn is yours to keep.

And there will be a day of reckoning yet.

John is sorry for y'all, but that's how it be.

But I have had...

We will take it.

they were astonished at his doctrine.

Well, I suppose once in a slave state, there's only one outcome.

I don't want to hear any more noise.

of Master's predilections and peculiarities.

I'd rather not say.

Every word you speak is a profound secret.

I'm afraid to tell you.

TREACH: 240 for Bob.

This, here, what I went to Shaw's for.

I will write your letter, sir.

Letting every ill thought fester inside them?

JONUS: You are ordered to return that property

(UPBEAT FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING)

For the year when Jordan roll

You've made a reputation of yourself.

I am deeply saddened to hear about your misfortune.

Then who is distressed?

Goddamn sniveling wench!

ARMSBY: It's a tragedy.

What I done that God hates me so?

Such was our life.

Come here, boy.

Pure silk, by way of the French.

My poor children.

Where you going, boy?

All right, all right, all right, all right.

If you kill me, I'll stick to that.

The Sabbath day, Master. I took me

You cultivate cane previously?

Thank you, master bald.

CHAPIN: What is the matter?

And it is the least of it.

Not on my land.

206 pounds for George.

Well, some say John was a Baptist

And you know why?

Didn't he want you to hire him as an overseer?

Do what I ain't got the strength to do myself.

...if we use the waterway.

You're a Georgia slave!

Oh, little gossip on the Sabbath be fine. All things in moderation.

(JOHN GROANING)

Splendid seeing you, sir. What catches your fancy?

Pick cotton off the fields

MALES SLAVES: Sunshine

the company having left for a short time...

Would you know of Master Epps's consternation

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE REMEMBER WHAT THEY THINK YOU ARE

No, sir. Niggers are hired to work, not read or write.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Do you believe, sir, in justice, as you said?

I don't lie, Master.

Born and bred slaves.

Roll, Jordan, roll

Same as the rest. Master brought you here to work, that's all.

Master Trump,Sir.

Solomon, could I interest you in a new cravat?

and commence to putting on clapboards.

if anybody would contradict you.

Well, some say John was a Baptist

Said Johnny baptized me

MR. PARKER: One moment, sir, and you'll be assisted.

Some say John was a Jew

well before I do away with her.

Of what? Where has she gone?

I said roll, Jordan, roll

Roll, Jordan, roll

Excuse me, Mistress Shaw.

You will sell the negress.

Mike those Pajamas Are Just

Run, nigger, run The pattyroller will get you